This character came about cause of Abaddon and Teal, and is pretty much a fun parody self-insert.
I just wanted to design her an outfit and ‘flesh’ her out a bit beyond just being a stick character.
It’s her job to hunt Heretic-Deb through the galaxies and burn nurglings; it was great to flesh her out a bit and draw up a base for her incase I design any alternative outfits for her.
It’s only been a few weeks since I drew anything like this and I already feel well out of practise.
But here we are, some fan art for Inquisitor Jenn and Heretic Deb who are characters over on Abaddon and Teal
I know it’s not my best work, but it felt nice to draw something Hobby related again after the few Primarchs I drew – which I will resume when I am feeling less ‘out of practise’
There is another thought to add to this post though and I hate to drag down a gift-art post, but it’s sorta, maybe relevant?
Since picking things back up here and getting back into the hobby full swing, I’ve honestly questioned myself. For a while I wanted to be seen as a credible and ‘real’ artist. But, what does that even mean? Am I less of an artist because I draw characters in the way that I do? I think it speaks volumes the amount of time I’ve been drawing characters; it’s something that I always return to and yet, I’ve always held this overwhelming sense of shame with it – maybe because I know there are a lot better people out there at it than I am. But, does that matter? Clearly, this is where my soul keeps returning.
Sure, I like painting and dabbling in other things, but try as I might to deny myself the chance to draw characters, I return to it. Always. There has to be something in that?
Then there is that ‘elephant in the room’ does everything have to come down to money?
If I am happy drawing characters, why am I trying to replace it with something else?